i ate nasi lemak for breakfast - ok lunch! brunch!! whatever!! i woke up late so my breakfast was late.. anyway, i was thinking.. working my litte neurons and their axons and transmitting neurontranmistters (which are bagged in little sacs called synaptic vesticles) from a pre-synaptic cell to a post-synaptic cell.. only my CNS was at work, my PNS was in a parasympathetic mode..
i was wondering... what if im married to a nasi lemak man? i'll definitely grow fat coz he'll probably stuff me with his nasi lemak for each meal. i have to help him cook as well, i know how to cook nasi lemak ok! together we can open several nasi lemak outlets and be rich!! since im more creative compared to my husband, we shall not hire anyone to name our outlets, i shall name our baby "Mr and MrsNasi Lemak" aww... sweet rite? being a very ambitious wife i shall urge him to expand our prosperous business to other countries. i shall be a very happy mrs nasi lemak:D
but what if im married to an astronaut who has to lift off to space every other day? it's so cool to have an astronaut as my hubby!! AND, i can tell my friends this, "hey i can make love with aspaceman whenever i want...ooooooh!!" but come to think of it, i'll also be the saddest wife in this whole entire universe. i would not want a hubby who leaves the earth and faces a high chance of getiing lost out there. but if he really loves me and i him, not even the black hole can part us:)
if im married to a president, i can be the first lady!! i'll most definitely enjoy waving to my fellow subjects...chey!! my picture shall be hung up in all government buildings and i shall be the guest-of-honour for lotsa posh events. but still, i have to be oh-so well-behaved. the first lady can never go clubbing or skinny-dipping or even laugh out loud in public places. aiyo..no life sia and i think i have to sleep on sheets made out of the national flag. EEeeW! imagine having sex on/in national flags. well, as long as my hubby-president is happy, im content ^o^
it'll be so sweet if im married to a beautiful singer/poet/song writer. i'll have a sentimental partner who i can always turn to if i ever need a shoulder to cry on. he can write me songs or write songs about me. he shall shower me with love that's bigger than any ocean. he shall whisper in my ear with his breath which says i love you. with his hands, he shall stroke poems on my face, neck and back. and a single kiss on the hair translates to become something so beautiful not even Shakespeare can imagine. BUT, he still has to bring home the bacon.. hello! he can't write poems or sing songs all day and not go to work. i eat a lot so my darling has to make money and feed me:)
my dad wants me to marry an ustaz so that my dear hubby can lead me to the path that brings me closr to Allah. if i ever marry a beautiful man who loves Allah and is loved by all of Allah's creations, i am truly the luckiest person in the world. i want that..
well, i can always marry a President ustaz who's a part-time astronaut and can cook kick-ass nasi lemak. Plus, his all time favourite hobby must definitely be singing songs and writing poems for me:)
hahahahahhaahaha!!! bullshit entry... like what they always say, you can't plan who you want to marry. ultimately, Allah will lead you to the right one.
i won't care who my husband will be. as long as he loves me more than anything else in this entire world...im happy
* why am i thinking about all these crap? i dunno... *
